Game: Did I sweat you? God, I hope I didn’t sweat you. I wanted to know you. The deeper smarter better cuter version of yourself. Of who you know yourself to be. I mean I respected, yo. Never did I infringe, or even say. I thought all in all of that you could me see as a friend. Never did I touch or even admit.
Lia: Admit what?
Game: [laughs and half states/maybe even with sarcasm Game's imagination is so wide and huge that it includes Lia in everything.] That the sun sets and rises in your smile. It freely sets itself, the sun does, outside of my window. That I was crushing. That when I saw you smile I knew then, that I wanted to make you happy. Happy, so you smiled like that.
Lia: So. [beat] So what do you want from me ?
Game: [to self] for us to have never had this conversation…sike no. [hunches shoulders] I just want to be your friend. But I guess at one point I wanted more than that. I’d hope that you thought about me the way I thought about you. Knowing you, you probably would have said something by now. I just want to let that go. I’m sorry if I made things weird between us. I was just so damn sure of myself. Ideally [beat] I’d like to marry for love.
[Lia in almost a whisper]
Lia: Me too.
Game: Let me walk you out.
[Game motions to the door, unlocks and gingerly opens it ]
[Game manages to reciprocatingly hug Lia goodbye, in an “A” frame embrace.]
Game: [in a low mumble] Aight homie.
It has a final sounding refrain, it doesn’t echo, or even suggest that they will speak later on if every again. Game is embarrassed. Lia feels bad and but doesn’t say anything more
[Lia offers a limp wave as Game closes the door. ]
[Game’s swagger drops, as she turns around. She had really wanted to know, love and understand Lia. A lump is forming into her throat, as she returns to the couch. she mumbles]
[as she walks from the door she repeats the same word: icecold, In a panic as if saying the words could dissolve the growing angst she feels]
[She takes a towel from the back of the couch, and places it over her head. Bringing the corners of the towel to the hollows of her eyes as if to dry tears. She screams into the towel. Her voice full of raw emotion. In frustration.]
[Game lets the towel fall loosely around her head, and hunches her shoulders in exhaustion]
Game: [low and horse] ice cold.
[cue music: Sade “Love is Stronger than Pride” ]
Sitting here wasting my time
Would be like
Waiting for the sun to rise
It's all too clear things come and go
Sitting here waiting for you
Would be like waiting for winter It's gonna be cold
There may even Be snow
[Lights though fading, fade up and down gradually up in down mimicking respiration until the final fade to black]
[ music: love is stronger than pride looped from “Sitting…through to repetitive guitar solo…]
Fade to Black.
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